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Here we are again, ready to catapult us back in time to live together unforgotten and unforgettable ages, enjoy their magic and dance until the night goes on, until the breath sets!

Some of us were present and conscious, others can only imagine what the 1980s were like, but being immersed in that era is simple, close your eyes and…

Listen to This Must Be The Place, with its fast-paced and pulsating rhythm, and think of New York’s financial ladder, to Gekko’s hunger of success. To Milan “to drink”, to cinepanettoni, to consumerism. To exaggerations and excesses, to Like a Virgin of Madonna. To the eternal diatribe between Duran Duran and Spandau.

Now change the disk, the sweet notes of Reality in the background, and imagine being attached to the home handset (no cell phones, but endless phone directories printed in your memory), to adolescence spent skinning your knees in the football fields drawn on cement and on asphalt.

They were years of passions, concrete and ephemeral, of hopes, innocence and tenderness.
There were no landings on the moon, student or world wars struggles, but people attempted to imagine a world without borders and barriers, and so, while Mario Bros climbed walls in the hands of the children, some wall was knocked down for real.

The theme of the party is simple: flashy clothes, hair teased, sequins and glitter. Follow in the footsteps of Jane Fonda, who left the Barbarella role becomes muse of fitness homemade. Or if you feel revolutionaries and protesters, then hug the punk style for a night.

Do not bother with bold matches. Get inspired by the motto dress to impress, by Madonna and eroticism ostentatious and unkempt. By yuppies, with tailored suits American Gigolò style. Let’s give us a dream!

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The kind of peak that never comes again. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not. No explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant!

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum. We were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.